Chapter 15: The Moon
"Arcana, people who possess extraordinary abilities. Because of this, they believe they can easily manipulate the world with their hands," said Kevin, the mercenary, while exiting the police headquarters.
It seems he knows a lot about the people he calls Arcana, like Daniel. He appears serious and determined to track down and capture The Fool, the person behind the recent events in the news.
He lit a lighter while still outside the police headquarters, contemplating how useless the police would be in his quest to find The Fool, the person he desperately wanted to capture. He glanced around, a sinister smile forming on his lips as he felt challenged by the perfectly clean trail The Fool had left behind.
However, based on the CCTV recordings he had seen, there was a crow blocking the view, something that seemed familiar to him. He was certain that another Arcana had come back to life. and then a quick flashback of his previous life kicked in.
Five years ago, on a stormy night that seemed to mirror the turmoil in Kevin's soul, he found himself badly wounded and trapped in the relentless downpour of a torrential rainstorm. Blood mingled with rainwater as it streamed down his battered face, his body battered and broken from a confrontation gone wrong. Every step was agony, each breath a struggle against the creeping numbness that threatened to consume him.
The streets were deserted, the city obscured by sheets of rain and darkness. Kevin had never felt so alone and helpless. He had wandered into this storm, hoping to escape a past that haunted him, only to find himself on the brink of death. His mind was clouded with memories of the fight, the betrayal that had led him to this forsaken alley.
As he stumbled forward, his vision blurred and his knees buckled. Collapsing onto the wet pavement, he felt a strange calm wash over him. He closed his eyes, ready to surrender to the inevitable.
But then, amidst the howling wind and the drumming rain, he heard it—a voice, soft yet commanding, cutting through the chaos around him. It whispered promises of renewal, of a second chance at life. It offered him a choice: to embrace a new destiny, to become something more than human.
In that desperate moment, Kevin accepted the voice's offer without hesitation. He felt a surge of energy, a warmth spreading through his cold limbs. Opening his eyes, he saw before him a glowing tarot card, shimmering with mystical energy. It bore the image of himself on the brink of death with the name of the card indicating "The Moon"